An awakening to dawn mist on the water,
Flowing Spirit's streams to God's alter,
Purifying essence whistles through the trees,
Images of the sacred, blowing in the breeze.
Flights of fancy from birds up high,
Feathers of many colors filtering through the sky,
Sun, moon and stars envelops Earth's dome,
We're all birds of a feather, finding our way home.
Spectacle of mesmerizing movements flashing in the mind,
Melting pots of humans, secrets hard to find,
Love all embracing whispers on the wind,
No physical presence, ecstasy from a light dimmed.
Gifts of joy enmeshed in music and dance,
Visualizing images filtering in a trance,
Warriors in a drumbeat at journeys end,
Back to the womb of creation, active in an essence blend.
Wondrous dreams in the stillness of the dark,
Journey on uplifting voyages in Paradise Park,
Thunder and lightening points the way,
A prelude, to the land where Soul's play.
This poem was written by Michael Levy, who is the author of seven books, a mystical poet, inspirational philosopher and wellness/healthy living speaker. His latest books are The Joys of Live Alchemy and Worry Causes Wrinkles which can help a person change dark negative situations into beautiful, colorful, positive actions, that bring de-lights on the darkest of days. Michael's website is pointoflife.com.